Published: March 8, 2025
Chu Yang unjustly exclaimed, “I... this is truly a wrongful accusation... How could I dare to take advantage of such a thing? At that time, you didn’t give me a chance to refuse; you just pushed me down to kneel... and when I tried to get up, you were already pressing my head down to the ground…”
“Stop, stop, stop… don’t say any more!” Chu Feiling’s face was filled with dark lines.
“This can’t be blamed on me…” Chu Yang murmured.
“If it’s not your fault, is it my fault then?” Chu Feiling looked at him with authority, trying to establish his dignity as a father.
“Why don’t we let grandpa come and judge this…” Chu Yang refused to back down.
“Don’t… judge? You’re embarrassing me!” Chu Feiling finally deflated, realizing he had been caught in a deadlock, and had to raise the white flag. He admitted defeat.
“Hahaha…” Yang Ruolan immediately laughed, unable to contain her joy.
Then, the family gathered by Chu Yang's bedside, talking about many things.
Especially Yang Ruolan, who insisted that Chu Yang recount everything from the time he could remember.
Chu Yang felt helpless and could only speak carefully, fearing that any sensitive phrase might slip out… It was evident that his mother was somewhat emotionally fragile…
Chu Feiling rolled his eyes at the side: Yang Ruolan was very persistent, especially when it came to dangerous or injury-related situations. Chu Yang clearly didn’t want to talk about it, or would simply gloss over it; but Yang Ruolan would always dig deeper.
Bit by bit, she forced the truth out of Chu Yang’s mouth, then she would cry with guilt.
Then it would be onto the next matter, and it was the same…
Chu Feiling couldn’t understand it at all: Loving a son… I can’t possibly care any less than you, but… to have your son say something to make you cry… that’s truly incomprehensible…
Then he suddenly remembered something and said, “Chu Yang, now that you've returned to the family, let’s see if your name follows the family genealogy.”
“Genealogy?” Chu Yang was taken aback.
“Yes, for your generation, it just happens to be the 'Teng' generation.” Chu Feiling said, “In our Chu family, the generational order usually takes the middle character. I belong to the 'Fei' generation. Heroes soar to greatness, with lasting glory; united in purpose, we strive to uplift our family’s name.”
“The Teng generation…” Chu Yang frowned: “What does that mean?”
“You just need to add a character: Chu Tengyang!” Chu Feiling said casually.
“Chu Tengyang?” Chu Yang’s face darkened: “Does it have to be Teng? I don’t want to be Teng!”
Chu Feiling frowned, ready to scold him.
Chu Yang rolled his eyes: “I don’t want to be Teng anymore… I’ve already been Teng for eighteen years…”
Yang Ruolan felt a pang in her heart and quickly said, “Then let’s not use Teng, just call him Chu Yang! It’s fine, mom will decide for you!”
“Mom, you’re a good person.” Chu Yang lay back contentedly.
Chu Feiling’s face turned sour: “This is the ancestral rule…”
“The ancestral rule was also created by people!” Yang Ruolan argued stubbornly: “Anyway, Chu Yang sounds the best! No Teng! Whoever wants to be Teng can be Teng.”
Chu Yang blinked, showing a heavy expression, and said, “This name was given to me by my master. My master has been like a mountain of kindness to me… and this name contains my master’s lifelong wish… I really don’t want to change it.”
Chu Feiling breathed a sigh of relief: “So, since you don’t want to change it, I’ll go talk to your grandfather about it. Your master has taken great care of you; we must not forget our benefactors! When we meet, I will certainly toast him properly.”
Chu Yang relaxed.
To be honest, he had no fondness for the name 'Chu Tengyang'.
“Even if your fate doesn’t change, you still need a nickname, right?” Chu Feiling stroked his chin and said, “How about ‘Tengteng’? This way, it still honors the generational order.”